Chapter 932: A Hand Behind Him
"Y-dare!"
These two words, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, exploded above everyone's heads at once.
Zhu Xuan was suddenly shocked.
And just when everyone stood still, not daring to move, suddenly, there was another noise around, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw that around the altar, around the wide wall, there were suddenly neat footsteps, surrounded from all directions.
Someone's coming!
Everyone opened their eyes wide, only to see countless flags and countless figures, rushing in from all sides and eight doors at once, and rushing into this wide field at once.
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Nanyan stood at the height of the altar, and saw at a glance that it was the imperial camp led by Yingshao!
As soon as they rushed in, they surrounded them from all sides, cutting off all the guards who had been going to close the altar step by step.
For a moment, the guards were also a little panicked.
After all, before, the entire Great Altar was under their control, and no matter what they did, they had the confidence, but the emperor's imperial soldiers suddenly appeared, and for a while, they were also a little at a loss.
In this case, it's time to do it!
However, the numbers on both sides seem to be evenly matched, and what will be the result if they start to do so?
The outcome is unknown, but people's hearts are always like this, these people are a little hesitant because of the sudden change, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the blade emitted an uncertain, flickering cold light.
"It's-"
The sudden change made Zhu Xuan stunned.
His eyes widened, looking at the earth-shaking change in front of him, he suddenly understood something, turned his head to look at Zhu Feng, and his voice became dumb in an instant: "You-you-"
Zhu Feng looked at him condescendingly, but just said coldly: "Do you want me to say it again?" β
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"Y-dare!"
These two words, like two heavy blows, hit Zhu Xuan's chest hard, he staggered back two steps, and Jian Ruocheng behind him hurriedly supported him: "Lord Wang!" β
Zhu Xuan said: "You, you didn't-"
The latter words naturally do not need to be said.
If he was still being controlled by others, it would be absolutely impossible for him to be wary and vigilant about himself, let alone prepare the imperial camp in advance.
Zhu Xuan said: "So you have already been sober? β
Hearing this, everyone seemed to be a little confused, and Concubine Fengshu, who was standing on the altar and was with the other concubines, suddenly turned pale at this time and turned her head to look at Zhu Feng.
Her whole body trembled.
The same trembling people were also standing at the foot of the steps.
When she saw this scene, she didn't know whether she was sad or happy, and when she turned her head to look at Zhu Feng, hot tears welled up in her eyes.
With tears in her eyes, she seemed to feel that Zhu Feng also glanced at her.
But, only a short glance.
The next moment, Zhu Feng's cold gaze had fallen on Zhu Xuan's body, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, sneered and said, "Let me get to this point, Old Seven, you are not simple!" β
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Zhu Xuan's eyes were a mess.
However, he turned his head to look at the situation around him, and suddenly took a deep breath, and looked up again, his face returning to the playful, cynical smile he had before.
"The emperor's words made his ministers puzzled."
"Oh?"
Zhu Xuan stepped forward, made a respectful look, raised his hand to him, and said, "Your Majesty, my brother just wants the emperor to return to the palace." What's wrong with this? β
"Yes."
"What's the problem."
"It's still the same sentence-" Zhu Feng looked at him gloomily: "You dare!" β
Hearing this sentence for the third time made Zhu Xuan's face even paler.
He knew that compared to Zhu Feng, who had fought in Beiping for more than ten years, he was much inferior in terms of troops and strains on the battlefield, and because of this, he had been planning for today.
Step by step, every detail is seamless.
But I didn't expect it, still-
However, when he turned his head to look at the surrounding royal camp soldiers, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a cold smile, and he raised his head to look at Zhu Feng, his eyes were already a little vicious.
He said: "Your Majesty, just this person, do you want to control the whole audience? β
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"Or does the emperor think that with this person, the emperor doesn't have to explain to the world?"
"This person?"
Zhu Feng heard the threat in his tone, but he just smiled coldly.
"It seems that you are less suspicious."
As soon as the words fell, Zhu Xuan suddenly felt something, and before he could react, he saw Zhu Feng wave his hand, and suddenly, dozens of figures suddenly flashed from behind the altar.
As fast as lightning, everyone could barely see that these people had fallen on the altar.
What a quick skill!
These people who suddenly appeared were also startled by the concubines and ceremonial officials on the altar, and some even exclaimed.
Only Nanyan suppressed the agitation in his heart.
She turned her head and saw that these people were dressed in brocade clothes, wearing official hats, black hair with high bundles, and solemn faces, almost all of them were young people in their teens and twenties, and most of them were born with faces like crowns of jade, and they were unusually handsome. It's just that their expressions are very cold, and they contrast with the cold swords in their hands.
This doesn't seem to be a group of people, but a group of swords!
They are-
Zhu Xuan was also taken aback by the sudden appearance of these people, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.
Around the altar, it is obviously arranged by their own people, where are these people hiding? Why is it completely undetected?
"This is?!"
"They are my cronies' guards, the Jinyi Guard!"
Zhu Feng stood on the altar, clasped his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "You, what else do you want to say?" β
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"Or is there anything else you want to do?"
Zhu Xuan's face was gloomy.
But he did not speak.
Nanyan was hesitating, not knowing why he was still as stable as Mount Tai at this time, but when he heard the altar, Zhu Feng suddenly sneered and said, "Old Seven, I know what you are waiting for." β
"What?"
Hearing this, Zhu Xuan seemed to have broken through.
From the beginning to the present, seeing the appearance of the imperial camp and the appearance of the Jinyi Guard, although he was surprised, it did not make him completely lose his self-sustaining power.
However, when he suddenly heard Zhu Feng's words, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
It seems that there is still a last line of defense in my heart.
only to suddenly find that his original defense line had collapsed.
Nanyan looked at them with some puzzlement, only to see Zhu Feng say coldly: "You're still waiting, waiting for the people outside you to come in, right?" β
Centaurs outside?
When Nanyan heard this, his heart sank again.
And at this moment, Zhu Xuan's face has changed greatly.
He exclaimed, "You-"
A faint smile flashed on Zhu Feng's face, and he said, "Then you might as well be quiet." β
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"Listen!"
For some reason, as soon as he said this, all the people around him subconsciously held their breath.
Everyone listened intently.
At this time, I found that outside the surrounding wind, there seemed to be a sound outside the big altar, the sound was very far away, but it was very noisy, because just now, the sudden appearance of the imperial camp soldiers and the brocade guards, everyone was frightened, and no one calmed down to listen to the sound outside.
Now, you're hearing it.
And Zhu Feng was already wide-eyed, looking at Zhu Feng: "You-"
Zhu Feng sneered and said: "You have probably forgotten, I am the invincible King of Yan who has been guarding in Beiping for more than ten years!" β
This sentence is crazy enough!
But, he has his arrogant capital.
He is indeed the king of Yan who has guarded Beiping for more than ten years, so that the cavalry of the country cannot violate the territory at all, for so many years, the stability of the Great Yan Dynasty has been fought by him on the battlefield, with a sword and a sword.
Zhu Feng said: "This little thing on the battlefield, do you think you can still hide it? β
At this time, Nanyan immediately understood.
It turned out that not only these people and horses were placed in the big altar, but Zhu Xuan also placed some people and horses around the big altar in order to ensure that in case.
However, this idea of his had long been seen through by Zhu Feng.
Therefore, Zhu Feng had also set up an ambush in Beiping in advance, and without waiting for King Ning's people to rush in, his people were outside, and they had already solved King Ning's men.
At this time, everyone fell silent.
The north wind howled.
In the wind, there was the piercing sound of swords clashing, and there were also angry roars and screams of people.
They could even smell a pungent smell of blood in the wind.
Outside, I don't know what the fierce battle has become, let alone what kind of tragic battle it has become.
However, the more you can't see it, the more frightening it becomes.
Zhu Xuan's face became paler than the next, he looked up at Zhu Feng, and the whole person was like a broken candle in the wind.
Zhu Feng looked down at him, his tone was cold, and he said, "Old Seven." β
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"Do you want to ask me anything?"
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At this time, there is still a way to speak.
There is no one to talk to.
Zhu Xuan stood under the altar, his two hands clenched into fists, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, but after a long time, he slowly let go.
Raising his head again, he looked at Zhu Feng, and his face had been replaced with the same casual and uninhibited smile as usual: "Brother Chen, of course there is nothing to say." β
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"The emperor asked his subordinates to be in charge of this sacrifice, and the people and horses outside were all arranged by his subordinates for protection, I don't know what happened."
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"Please also ask the emperor, don't misunderstand."
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His words make people's teeth itch.
Because from the very beginning, he didn't explicitly want to use his sword against Zhu Feng, and all along, his words had three reservations.
Even now, it has reached this situation, and he still picks himself up with a word.
However, because of this, Nanyan understands that his actions have failed!
Thinking of this, her heart was relieved, and her steps softened.
At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind her back, caressed her back, and held her steadily.
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Nanyan was startled.
Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a low, somewhat familiar voice behind him, and said softly in his ear: "Don't be afraid. β